Page 53 of Taken By Sin
Somehow, instead of kicking him out or screaming more, I entangle my fingers in his thick hair when his lips touch mine. His hands gliding over every inch of my body as we sink into the bed together.
I can be angry later, but for now I want… no, I need him.
He strips off my robe, revealing bare skin and lets out a long, drawn-out breath, seeing me like this for the first time. I don’t cover myself, or shy away, although I’m nervous. I give into him, putting my jealousy to the back of my mind.
He brings his lips to my breast, licking my nipple, teasing me with the gentle tug of his teeth. I don’t want to be the only one so exposed, so I curl my fingers underneath his shirt, lifting it.
Slyly, he slips off his pants. I love the way the lightcascades over his golden skin, accentuating ever muscle and inky tattoo. I take my palm and rest it against the bulge of his boxers. They don’t stay on long. His fingertip brushes my clit, dipping into my wetness, eliciting a moan from me.
He reaches for me, his fingers brushing my skin, learning my body piece by piece. My heart skips, and I pull him closer, feeling the gentle press of his body against mine. There’s nothing rushed about this moment, nothing hurried. It’s as if time has slowed down just for us, just for this.
There’s a quiet, fragile moment as he enters me, a brief pause where everything feels suspended. I look at him, really look at him, and for a second, I forget to breathe.
“You can’t leave like that,” he says between us.
“I was never allowed to leave before,” I moan out, trying to make him understand.
There is no pain, as gentle as he’s being, but more of a building pressure. His movements are calm and methodic. I reach out to touch him, my fingers tracing the line of his strong jaw. In the stillness of the room, our hearts beat in sync, slow and steady, like we’ve always been this close, always been this connected.
He slides his hand down the small of my back, pulling us closer together. I feel him deep inside, and it feels good. A lip biting kind of pain that makes me moan in equal parts delight and gentle agony.
“Magnolia,” he breathes, in his own world of euphoria.
I rake my nails down his back. “Yes?” I whisper.
“If you ever,”—he slides into me—“so much as think of disappearing again, Magnolia,”—a growl escapes him—“I willlock you away and never let you go again.” His voice cracks as he comes undone.
Tangled in bed, with the tablet officially on the romance setting, we listen to soft jazz in the red light covered room. That was transformative, my first time in this penthouse with this man that makes me feel way too many emotions all at once.
I can’t help but wonder if it felt anywhere near as special for him as it did for me. His words come to the forefront of my mind, haunting this sweet moment. “You wouldn’t really lock me away, right?” I ask playfully, but he can detect the seriousness of the question.
“Do I want to? Yes. Absolutely. But no, that was just dirty talk. I will not truly take you in with open arms and lock the door behind you, Magnolia. Ever.”
“You hurt me,” I say quietly.
He leans up, carefully maneuvering me off of his shoulder. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with him, but he’s wearing only boxers while I’m in only his t-shirt. He makes me feel so small; it covers everything on me.
“I can’t have anyone knowing that you mean anything to me.”
“Why?”
“Because…” he pauses. “It’s dangerous.”
I sit up, placing my hand in his. “I already know this.You’ve explained it to me before. I’m leaving your house, Sin, people know I’m there.”
He runs an inked hand over his face. “I know. You don’t think I know that?”
“Make it make sense to me, Sin.”
“You won’t just be Magnolia Finley anymore, if we go public… you’ll be another Donati member on a hitlist.”
I ignore the angel on my shoulder telling me to run, to hide, to move to a different country to escape the possible threat to my life this could create. But he is what I want. “Whatever this is,”—I gesture between us—“it either needs to be public or you have to let me go.”
He’s quiet for a long moment. Then, “You’re right.”
“I am?” My eyes widen in surprise.
He nods. “I don’t want to hold you like a secret, Magnolia, but I also don’t know how to keep you safe.”